Rows of Juniper trees line the garden area and look more orange than green. Fair enough, it is the peak of the fall season. With vending machines carrying his favourite soda, a tennis court with lush green flooring, cafeterias with all the right snacks, and rich brown staircases going up the 12-storey building, Ahmed – a freshman, has just entered the university of his dreams hoping to have a great 1st-day experience. Pulling out his schedule sealed in a white envelope, he looks for the location of his first class. Third floor – 305, this is what the schedule says. Creak.. creak, the door opens, leaving Ahmed blown away. To his disbelief, he sees an array of different counters selling white, yellow, and pink coloured substances. “Are they dr.. dru.. DRUGS?”. He immediately closes the door and steps away, not believing what he saw. Thinking that there might be some misprinting in the timetable, Ahmed decides to check out the other classes. Third floor 302, this might be the one. He opens the door and remains absolutely stunned. Boys and girls wearing headphones, buzzing along, and enjoying a never-ending selection of alcoholic drinks perfectly displayed on crystal bars. Muttering to himself, this can’t be true; he shuts the door with a bang. “What is WRONG here?” he says to himself. Now, with every door Ahmed opens, he comes across a different reality. 304 – concert happening, 303 – some Zohair-named guy’s bachelors party is going on, 307 – cinema